Why do guys in cars think it's OK to whistle at me when I'm out for a run?
Oh I know!
It's because they can get away with it!
If a guy whistled at me at work or made some suggestive comment, I'd report him to any authority that was available to me.
And if anyone passed me on the street and did the same thing, he should prepare to take a dirt nap..or at least say goodbye to the family jewels.
I joined Premier Fitness early last year when I moved to Burlington. There was something about the gym that really weirded me out. To this day I cannot quite put my finger on it, I think it was a combination of several factors:
- unfriendly members - now I hate being all social while working out, but obviously some people like that and none of those people were at this gym. NO ONE ever talked to anyone else! Only deadly glances now and then.
- having a separate (smaller & crappier) women's only area. THIS IS A CONCEPT THAT REALLY DOESN'T WORK, PEOPLE! A gym has to be completely co-ed or completely women's only, otherwise, the men give the women this, "get back to your own area, bitch!" attitude.
- a locker room that smelled like ass.
- very few classes at bad times.
- they took my husband's info (because I listed him as emergency contact) and used the info to send him targeted advertising.
At any rate, my workouts dwindled to maybe 3x a week...and my lack of motivation was definitely showing, so I decided to cancel and get the hell out of there as soon as I could. I had signed up for a year but paid off the remainder ($500+) and got a receipt that you can see says cancel, paid in full, no more billing! all over it.
So imagine my shock when I get called up by their collections department and say they have charged my CC for $82.68 to pay for the first 2 months of 2007 because my account is in arrears.
I sent a fax of the above receipt, "sorry, the quality is crappy, can't read it." Then I sent that scan by email and they say they've forwarded to the email to the returns department. Several phone messages and 1 week later, no response. As per my messages, I have gone to my CC to dispute the charge since Premier refuses to cooperate with me.
Premier is by far the worst company I've ever dealt with. Hopefully my CC company can get me my money back soon!
GAH.
2 of my older female personal training clients are total bitches. They like to throw the fact that I'm younger than them in my face, even if it's completely irrelevant.
Bitch: You're young, you don't understand anything about being busy.
or,
Bitch: Sometimes when you're old, emergencies happen (as I was explaining the 24 hour cancellation policy).
These clients also complain, make snarky comments and are generally disagreeable. Is there some "get off my lawn!" gene that kicks in once a woman gets past 60?
What the hell happens to women as they age to cause them to be so goddamn bitter?
..by having a high school aged co-worker call me up at home, on my day off, to chastise me for something bad I supposedly did.
In the past 10 minutes, I've burnt popcorn to a crisp, the intarweb died, and mormons were knocking on the door. AGGH!
Don't piss off a woman on her period.
Don't piss off a pregnant woman.
Don't piss off a woman, period.
Never drink work coffee.
After hearing me describe my no-frills, low budget wedding in a chat room:
"It sounds like you can't afford the wedding you want right now. Why don't you postpone it until you can afford necessities like flowers and a photographer and a DJ?"
NEWS FLASH!! Not everyone considers flowers and DJ's to be "necessities"! I prefer to save my money for things that are more important, like prettying up my little house. Bah.
• My beloved breakfast of iced grande nonfat 2 Splenda latte plus a fruit & cheese plate costs $11.04.
• My equally beloved but much more filling brunch of fishball pho plus 2 shrimp rolls costs a hair under $10.
• Gas is $1.13/litre this morning. Starting next week, I have to drive 100km 4x a week. I'm going to piss away all my earnings and maybe some more on GAS.
I've seen that particular H2 parked at the gym several times now, but hadn't ever seen the owner until yesterday. Despite the fact that there are almost always spots in the parking lot, this twat insists on parking on the end of the row that isn't even an actual spot. I passed her yesterday as she was getting out of her tank and I had to bite my tongue so hard to keep from saying, "If you're going to drive that goddamn tank around, at least have the decency to park it in an actual spot!" I don't think I'll be able to keep quiet next time. And you know there will be a next time!
If I had to choose between a headache from hell or killer cramps, I'd take the killer cramps any day.
What is up with guys lifting weights wearing Nike sandals? It would be a shame if someone dropped a 40 pound dumbbell on their bare hairy toes!
I've seen the cute ads for RedEnvelope in magazines, but never bothered to take a look until last night. What beautiful stuff! Too bad they only ship to the US. If you're going to have a web-based business, you better damn well realize that people in countries other than the US use the intarweb to buy stuff as well. Faugh!
I got attacked by a swarm of mosquitoes in search of Chinese food last night. Of all the places to be bitten: the backs of both my hands, my left elbow tip, and the top of my foot. I can almost tolerate the itching but not the swelling, anything but the swelling.
Continue reading "Why didn't Noah kill those 2 mosquitoes?" »
Tonight, at work, we had a staff meeting. This teacher whom I had previously only spoken on the phone with (we work different nights) says to me TOTALLY out of the blue, "Are you pregnant? BECAUSE YOU LOOK SO FAT!"
me: o.O!!!!! OMGHOWDAREYOUSAYSUCHATHING!!!!!!!!!!!
Then this miserable excuse for a human had the nerve to sit next to me at the meeting. There was pizza and pop at the meeting, of course I did not have any.
Miss Assbag: Are you going to have any?
Me: No thanks, pizza is unhealthy.
Assbag: Are you Canadian? I thought all Canadians ate junk food. (she's from China)
Now Assbag is this weak scrawny little pile of skin and bones and I would just fucking LOVE to know what parasite crawled up her ass and died. I would also love to take her outside and beat the shit out of her until she cried for mercy.
I'll settle for quoting Joelle:
FUCK YOU FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!
Dear Neighbours,
It's bad enough that you rent out your basement to these scuzzy types who stand around outside and smoke, blast music and talk loudly at all hours. But it really takes the cake when there is a 3 bag limit on trash in this town, and you put your extra bags with my garbage instead of sucking it up and paying $2 per extra bag.
If you had asked nicely, perhaps I would have let you put your garbage out with mine, as I never generate more than one bag of garbage every week. But no, you insist on surreptitiously putting those bags out early in the morning.
Neighbour, it was very easy to tell that you were the culprit, as I walked around the cul-de-sac, and you were the only house that used matte black garbage bags, tied at the top instead of twist ties.
Looking out the window, I see that even after I unceremoniously returned the garbage bags to your curb, they have been picked up. Next time, I will not be so gracious, and will be returning the bags to your front porch instead.
Have a nice day!
Your Friendly Neighbour
...people to clean the ice off the roofs of their cars so that the pieces do not become flying objects of death on the highway? Well, except for the fucko driving the yallow H2, dropping 1 square foot ice bombs in his wake. From him, asshattish behaviour is expected.
Is it too much to ask to have a Bluetooth dongle that works when I want it to?
To everyone else: What brand do you recommend? I might go and get myself one by D-Link. Yay or nay?
...to describe a wedding:
white knuckled torture.
I'll give 'em this much: at least it was a quick reply.
Dear Customer,
Thank you for you e-mail. We always appreciate hearing from our loyal customers.
We will be sure to forward your concerns to the buying department for review.
We value your input and comment so that we can better serve our customers in the future.
If you have any questions or concerns, please feel free to contact us.
Jenny Valente
Customer Service Representative
Représentante du Service à la Clientèle
Le Château
Telephone 514-343-8426
Fax 514-738-5077
Toll free/Sans frais: 1-888-577-7419 ext. 8426
jennifer.valente@lechateau.ca
Last night I tried on a dress at Le Chateau, size small, and it was so small I could not get it over my ass.
Now by ANY weight/BMI/bodyfat% chart, I AM NOT FAT. I'm probably fitter than 99% of the people I know in real life.
Here are my stats:
5'2"/113 pounds/20.7 BMI/19.3% bodyfat.
To compare, I can easily fit into a size 14 girls at Old Navy and a dress size of 0/2 at most stores.
Yet, I think I would have had to lose at least 20 more pounds to even consider fitting into that dress. There's a lot of talk of vanity sizing, but this was reverse vanity sizing at its worst - totally soul crushing in the self-esteem department. I'm very upset that there are clothes for adult women sized so small that one would have to be ridiculously, unhealthily skinny to fit into. Le Chateau needs to get their heads out of their asses and make clothes that don't require a total starvation diet to fit into. Actually, while I'm on that, they should make clothes that fit people shorter than 5'10" as well.
update: copy of this blog entry sent to Le Chateau customer service. I eagerly await a reply.
Don't people know it's really rude to sit at a restaurant and talk for hours after it has closed? Same with coming in 5 minutes before closing.
Some people, sheesh.
EE is so complicated that I wouldn't figure out how to install it after trying for a year and a license would cost me 2 weeks worth of paycheques. MT has gone all corporate evil, and BlogWare requires *gak* changing hosts.
Plus, I am too stupid to learn how to use anything new. This old dog cannot learn a new trick.
I hate when people refer to salad/veggies as 'rabbit food'. It's quite insulting to me when I am proud of making the effort to eat more whole fruits and vegetables instead of processed and fried junk.
RCM can suck last week's shit crumbs out of my asshole.
I took the CPR/first aid course needed to become a fitness instructor and passed the exam with flying colours. The kicker: the instructor (extremely obese guy) asks the class how to prevent cardiovascular disease. I put up my hand.
"Eat a healthy diet consisting of lean protein, fresh fruits and vegetables, avoid processed and fried foods, and exercise."
Instructor: Yeah, eat rabbit food like you.
At lunch a lot of the class was over at Swiss Chalet. I had a quarter chicken white meat with salad and a dab of balsamic vinaigrette, the instructor had the chicken sandwich on a carb-loaded white bun, fries, and a large Coke.
And this guy has the NERVE to make fun of me for eating "rabbit food"? The instructor will have clogged arteries long before I will!
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Here's a pic of Dan and me all dressed up:
Why is it...
That my house has the highest snowplow-induced wall of snow than any other house on the street? Everyone else's is about ankle height. My house? KNEE depth!
I hate screamy, whiney kids. Why don't their parents just bitchslap them and duct-tape their mouths shut? If I ever have screamy, whiney kids, I swear, they would be put out with the trash the next day.
Why are you people getting all crazy over LoTR? it's just a fucking movie, for crying out loud. I personally have never read the books, never seen the movies and I probably wouldn't even if someone tied me up and put a gun to my head.
I was at the salon getting my hair (red! it's very red!) done today, and next to me was this very old lady. She started talking about what things were like in her youth "I was born in 1911, and married in 1931.." and I was listening with great interest.
Then she launched into a tirade about the "young kids of today" and proudly told a few stories of how she punched them and otherwise physically hurt others when they had upset her. I mean, geez, what made her think she had the right to hit anyone, regardless of her age?
And THEN here was the straw that broke the camel's back..."I hate all the immigrants in Canada now who can't speak English. If they don't learn to speak the language within 2 years, they should get out of Canada and go back to wherever the hell they came from!!" She didn't notice that the nice lady doing her hair had an accent and dark skin, or that Miss Zorbie sitting in the next chair wasn't a whitey either.
FUCKING BITCH. :furious
My new job sucks big fucking ass. Thank god I only work there one night a week. The pay is less than half of what I make with my private students as well. When they hired me, they said I'd have to sign some contract saying I'd be there for a year but I haven't signed anything yet. While it's not very nice, it should mean that I can bolt as long as I'm not under a contract, right? I may have to run if last week was a harbinger of things to come.
So Vin and I got tickets for a show at Rockit, we get all dressed up, drive downtown and find out that the show is cancelled - we were the only people to show up for the concert. It would have been perfect to wrangle Ozzfest passes...but no luck.
The many who are whining about the ban on blankets, chairs, coolers, and umbrellas at SARSfest II are wimps. WIMPS I tell you!
Ahh, how I remember Ozzfest 2001...10+ hours in the burning sun at The Docks. Chairs and blankets are for the old and infirm. Lace up your comfy shoes and suck it up, concert-goers!
Today before the wedding I was feeling a slight craving for some greasy goodness. But I wasn't going to cave into an entire grease orgy.
I noticed recently that KFC added some real salads (as opposed to the processed crap) to their menu and figured I'd try one instead of having fries to keep the rest of my meal as healthy as possible.
So I ordered a popcorn chicken combo with 2 substitutions:
i) the salad instead of fries
ii) water instead of pop
Her: I'll have to charge you an extra 50 cents for that water.
Me: You're going to charge me 50 cents for tap water?
Her: You want tap water?!?! (looking incredulous that someone doesn't want to drink sugary pop)
Me: :grr Yes!
Interminable wait while chicken is being cooked.
I see in the bag that she's put in one of those coleslaw things.
Me: No no, I want one of those salads with real veggies! And by the way, what kinds of dressings do you have?
Her: I have fatty Italian and fatty Caesar.
Me: Ugh, can I have some plain vinegar please?
Her: We don't have any.
Me: WHAT?! You seriously don't have vinegar? (KFC not having vinegar is like KFC not having ketchup - impossible!)
Her: Nope.
Me: If I wanted vinegar for my fries, what would you give me?
Her: holds up vinegar packet.
Me: THAT'S WHAT I WANTED ALL ALONG!
I couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Goddamnit, you are fucking stupid!"
Me: (thinking) You don't have to wait till I leave to call me a bitch. Say it to my face!
There is obviously something VERY WRONG with a person who owns a fancy schmancy convertible and doesn't put the lid down on a day like today.
Today: Bathing Suit Hell
I tried on every single suit in the mall and nothing looked or fit right. In a size 12 all my fat rolls are just bursting at the seams. 120 just isn't good enough. Eating healthy isn't good enough. Exercising almost every day isn't good enough. I want to be skinny even if I have to starve to death to do it. You heard me. It's anorexia time, baby.
Last week, Mom, Dad and I are driving downtown and some asshat decides to make the middle of a one-way street into his personal parking lot. (i.e. stop RIGHT THERE in the middle of the street) Naturally, Dad honks him, and he ignores us, but we're right in front of a snooty restaurant with an outdoor patio and a little boy and his father start throwing crayons at our car. I open the window and tell the dad to go fuck himself. We then drive off.
Mom and I see a very old, hunched over lady trying to open a door. We stop, turn around, and run to help her with the door. Not one look, not one word of thanks. Just NOTHING.
Later, Mom and I get on a bus and the driver and a passenger are having a major shouting match. Argument ends when driver throws passenger off the bus, but yells at another passenger who presumably asked him a non-threatening question due to still being in the heat of the moment, I guess.
Fast forward 10 minutes when the second guy who got yelled at got off the bus and the driver started shouting at him as well. Mom and I are in a hurry so I yell from the back, "Would you shut the fuck up and drive, some people are in a hurry here!" Mom said I probably shouldn't have teased the already mad hornet, but there's no way he would have been able to tell who said it, on a crowded bus.
Mom tells me that maybe I should chill out, since opening the door for the lady racks up good karma points in the first place, but I am just not seeing why it's worth being courteous to all these fuckwads out there these days. So who needs anger management, me or THEM? :grr
I can't express in words how much I despise weddings.
But I wish I was at one today. About a year ago, the bride (who I was very good friends with in high school) invited me to hers. Out of the blue. Via e-mail. This in itself is OK.
There's a reason why I hadn't spoken to this skank for years. She went out with my bf, while he and I were still going out! It doesn't matter that said bf was that despicable asshat, the point is, friends don't date friends' boyfriends. The only reason this bitch invited me is to rub her happiness into my single and bitter face. I sent her fiancé my complete and sincere condolences to be saddled with a fuckbat like her.
Knowing her, it would be this extremely expensive affair, with all the bells and whistles money can buy, and then some. Undoubtedly, she'd be a Bridezilla, nerotically bullying everyone to ensure a perfect day.
In hindsight, (which is always 20/20, of course) I would have loved to crash her wedding, wearing head to toe fetish gear, with a hot badass guy to keep me company and to give a blowjob to in the middle of the ceremony, and some rockin' tunes to blast at the reception.
Too late for that now. Feh.
(this entry powered by Smirnoff Ice Triple Black)
...and this entry has nothing to do with the fuerthlinda, to whom congratulations are in order...
Ever since Newsweek posted this photo of a split tongue to illustrate the proposed ban of tongue splitting in Illinois, the backlash has been wide-spread.
While I'm not interested in heavy mods for myself, I fully support anyone who wants them for themselves. The government has no right to dictate what a person does to their own body. I also have a problem with closed-minded attitudes regarding mods, especially when society accepts mods such as cosmetic surgery and bodybuilding. There is much material written on this subject, I highly suggest a person educate themselves on the topic before making snap judgements on the topic.
I do not consider myself an authority on the subject of heavy mods by any means. Here are links to some people who are, and are far more eloquent than I.
The [Modified] Body Politic by Erik Sprague, aka The Lizardman
Publisher's Ring by Shannon Larratt (founder of BME, who also has a split tongue, and someone I'm proud to have met in real life)
update: I called about a free 10 day esthetics course at Carol Baker Visage, which includes "training" on the usage of piercing guns. I told them I was no longer interested for ethical reasons. The woman actually tried to argue with me but from their policies of covering up all tattoos and piercings, it is obvious that the company is anti-bod mod and I have no desire to work for them. The end.
Going out to the movies with my friends this afternoon and my dad wants to drive me. I'm almost 25 years old, and own my own car, for fuck's sake!! I really don't need a chauffeur anymore! :furious
I picked up the most recent issue of Jane to read on the bus tomorrow, and there is a makeunder where two bridesmaids were forced by the bride to have their arm tats covered up with Dermablend "to avoid offending someone's grandma."
I'm sorry, but if someone wanted me to cover up my tats for someone else's benefit, the only appearance I'd make at the wedding would be to shit in that narrow minded person's face. During the ceremony.
I've made up my mind that if/when I get married, my wedding won't cost more than $1000 or take longer than a week to plan.
This is how it's going to be done. As far as I'm concerned, this is the way weddings should be done!
Finally, a story to tell, inspired by Joey's story of Taxi Hell:
Several years ago, when I was a poor university student, we had these flat rate taxis (e.g. a ride from anywhere within Zone A to Zone B would always be $5) I was on the way home when I realized I didn't have the $13 I needed. I managed to wrangle up $11 and told the driver I'd go upstairs to my apartment to get the rest. I stepped out of the cab.
"WHERETHEFUCKDOYOUTHINKYERGOINBITCH?!?!?!?!"
"Excuse me. If it's that important to you to get the money, why don't you take me back downtown where I can turn a trick for the 2 fucking dollars!!!" Of course if he had been nice about it, he'd have gotten the money. I managed to get inside the locked lobby door and pull the door shut behind me before the asshat could come after me. And as Luck would have it, I managed to get his cab number before he drove off too.
"Hello, Cab Company? I'd like to speak to the manager, please..."
Here's a chat transcript of what happened today. Let me know if you want explanations of the technical terms.
Eternal gratitude to Babs and Chris for being great friends and listening to me.
Theme song of the day: Spit It Out (gee I wonder why)
I gave my mom a detailed schedule of my hell week that I'd taken an hour to type up and she just asked, "Will you be home for dinner tonight?"
because I am utterly unable to express myself in words
because I will probably lose a good friend today (that makes 4 this week and counting...let's make it more, it isn't even Friday yet!)
because the world is so fucked up
because I can't do anything about it
Recently, I've traversed the web, dissing The System, babies, and musical tastes. It might be residual alcohol from last night's drunkfest, or raging PMS, but if you're offended by me or anything I say or do, don't ever expect me to be sorry.
and on that note..
It should be illegal for the temperature to be below -20˚C in March. :cold
They need to invent car horns that scream "FUCK YOU!!!!!" when you honk them - perfect for that asshole who decided to tailgate in the middle of a freezing rain storm tonight. Then he passed me! on a 2-lane road!!!
*sits on horn*
FUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is pretty close to what I'm imagining, but not close enough. Hrm.
Is this really that hard to comprehend? My wishlist is not linked to any page on any of my domains. You'd think that by making my list p r i v a t e people would get the clue that I don't want stuff!!!! A person has to spend a lot of time searching amazon.com to find my list. I just made my list un-searchable so hopefully I won't get anymore presents from people. Getting this present has totally ruined my whole fucking day. Thanks a lot, asshole! :furious
"You cannot qualify war in harsher terms than I will. War is cruelty, and you cannot refine it; and those who brought war into our country deserve all the curses and maledictions a people can pour out."
Gen. William Tecumseh Sherman
Letter to Mayor Calhoun of Atlanta and others
September 12, 1864
Seems like it's gonna be cold enough to freeze your bootay off the next few days. The forecast doesn't show next Tuesday yet, though.
Those of you who live in snowy locales know that keeping the doorway free of slush, snow, and other assorted crud during the winter is a real challenge. However, at my house, we have gratuitous amounts of floor mats near the door.
The mother of a student just came in and got water all over the linoleum. It's not like there was a herd of people coming in at the same time - would it have been so damn difficult for her to stay on the fucking carpet? :grr
If you remember, one of my new years' resolutions was to eat healthier. It is SO DAMN HARD. Everything is bad for you!
Today, so far I've eaten 3 clementines, a ham and cheese sandwich, and a bowl of chicken gumbo soup.
According to caloriechart.org, tangerines (they don't have clementines) contain 0 grams of fat and 35 calories each.
The label for the chicken gumbo says there's 3.3 grams of fat and 88 calories.
Ham has 4 grams of fat. But the 2 (very thin) slices of cheese had 14 grams of fat each!
I guess the fact that I spent 90 minutes at the gym working at about 80% efficiency is all bullshit.
Bulimia seems like the only viable alternative now. :puke
Well, i'm off to stick my finger down my throat.
Amanda mentioned this yesterday as we were leaving the mall after our shopping spree: I don't think anyone would complain over people GLOBALLY adopting the practice of siesta. :sleeping I've got the post-lunch sleepies. I get them every day.
Unfortunately, napping isn't going to erase the fact that these crazies claim to have cloned a human.
I think it's pretty simple...
1. Thou shalt not kill in the name of God.
2. Thou shalt not play God.
End of story.
My computer is officially dead. :computer Then endless work work work. At least there's :leafs:puck with Amanda tomorrow night to look forward to.
I have puter problems so bad that it makes me ill just thinking about what I'll have to do to fix them. :computer
update: managed to get everything working without actual bloodshed.
I am SO not made for the corporate life. How do you suit types handle having deadlines and working under pressure? It's SO not me! Every job I've ever had has been artsy (except for the telemarketing gig but I prefer to forget that job ever happened) I'm just not used to the suits being uptight. In Chinese there is an expression "Tickled but still don't laugh.." Everything seems so formal and I'm afraid to crack a joke for fear of looking unprofessional. Just loosen up already!
from iam.the Eternal:
[Shannon's rant]
(you must be a member of iam.bmezine.com to access the links above)
I pierce in Lake County. The school district in Lake County is one of only three counties in the state of Florida that do not allow body piercings at school. A few days ago, it claimed a life. Robert pierced a girl's eyebrow recently, and she was suspended from school because of it. When she got home and informed her father, he yelled at and demeaned her for it. Shortly there-after, she went upstairs and shot herself in the head. A young life ended over an eyebrow piercing.
Part of me thinks that this could have had a dramatically better ending if her school hadn't denied her education over a piece of jewelry. Part of me wonders what the father feels like, now. I'm kind of torn up over the issue.
It is things like this that should make schools open their eyes to the issue of suspensions over piercings.
I saw another quiz about Jones Soda, I went to the page and tinny MIDI of "Beautiful Stranger" came blasting through the speakers. No quiz for me, thanks. :grr
...and to Melissa, who thinks Canadian license plates are ugly: at least up here we have cool plates shaped like polar bears and none have URL's prominently displayed on them. :puke
I hate stupid people. Myself included.
Here's what I have to say about this:
1. bariatric surgery - more people to sue, yay!
2. I don't understand why some people don't like working out. Isn't feeling flexible and not short of breath after running up a flight of stairs, and looking good in your clothes worth getting sweaty and smelly for 3 hours a week?
Anyone who's known me for more than 5 years knows that when I was in high school I looked like a pipe cleaner - 5'2" and under 100 pounds. I ate massive amounts of junk food nearly every day and never exercised. I thought that sweating in gym class was a sign of weakness.
Fast forward to the present, and I must control my portions and work out 3-4 times a week to maintain my weight of 130 pounds. I am not ashamed of how much I weigh, I like having muscles and being able to do stuff without sucking wind, and most of all, I like being able to laugh at people who whine about being fat and don't bother to do a fucking thing about it!
Thank you. I'm off to the gym now.
[link from A Small Victory]
It is my mission to make as many people hate me today. Gonna make people hate me more than I hate them. I don't think I'm doing a very good job, as I always fail in everything I do.
Now excuse me while I go OD on drugs and mailbomb a few people.
Remember when I had my current Winamp playlist displayed in the sidebar? Well, it's been gone for a few weeks and I am glad, since I no longer have to worry about anyone thinking I'm messed for listening to a particular song 5x in a row, or "ewwww! You like _______?!?!?"
Here's some really cool songs that have been in heavy rotation lately:
One Minute Silence - Available in All Colors
One Minute Silence - Norfuckingmality
Otep - Sacrilege (GOD IS A FRAUD)
3rd Strike - No Light
Trust Company - Downfall
Trust Company - Falling Apart
on a different note, I've had to block a few people from my tagboard, this blog, various chat progs over the past few days. All I have to say is, I love you too, ASSHOLES! :love
So Vin enjoyed himself on Top Gun even though he said he was scared to death of roller coasters.
However, the real adventures didn't start until after we left the park.
So it started yesterday morning with an aerobics class that featured an hour of cardio...somehow the instructor forgot about the 'sculpt' part of the Step & Sculpt class. I leave the gym feeling un-worked out.
I take that back.
